Ricky Hil
Cookies and Apple Juice (Freestyle)
Limosa Nostra, now listen, head bang, boogie

I one-night it, I just light it, I don't ever write it
I just bite it, I mean spit it
Don't you fucking get it?
I'm the illest with it
All my clothes fitted
And the morphine's got me leaning like I'm tilted

Mama said that she been on for a month now
I told that she's probably never gonna come down
But it don't matter baby we can get it done now
Now I'm from CT, baby tell 'em where you from now

But she don't care, she just keeps typing on her pager
[If] she get to cute, then she get lost like I erase her
I ain't the captain, I ain't gon' save her
Probably 'cos them other dudes gotta pay her

Ay mama I ain't really doing shit tomorrow
I know you're fly, you're rocking Loubies, not the Zara
A lot of tatts, I ride my buttons to my collar
And you ain't gotta do nothing, just swallow

And I, I can get the feeling that she's on something
And my people to my side say she wants something
And the dude with her hand really of nothing
I know, I'm a go and put her on something
I'm Rick Hil, coming straight up out of Slickville
Lighting up my blunts with a black Bic still
And the bitches round my way, taking pics still
They blow a kiss to Hil, let me hit their clit still
Now I'm just kushing, she's just pushing with that fat pussy
They're just looking, they ain't fucking with my black Stussy
We be hooking, they ain't booking any bad pussy
I had a good one, 06, fat tushy

[Outro]
Yeah, Chapter One
I'm just fucking around